The moment I heard his heartbeat, I just know there will never be another who can make me feel the way I was with him.

It's not knowing who I am but understanding how i am.

&& I still continue to wonder... If he doesn't mean anything to me anymore, then why do I [still] dwell on the pain he brought?

Does any of you get butterflies to the point that it hurts? I have, & I'm loving the pain.

Him: tell me wuts on ur mind
me: my tummy
him: ur tummy? u hungry?
me: my tummy;s gettin butterflies

[actual convo. i love him]

I'm having butterflies but the guy I'm talking to isn't the one giving it. :)

Him: knock knock
me: who's there?
him: paula
me: paula who?
him: paula i love you

me: knock knock
him: who's there?
me: kevin
him: kevin who?
me: kevin i love you too

[ it really happened. ] <3

[ 10:34pm ; 2/16/08 ]
me: are you bored?
him: no, im not. im never bored when im talkin to you.

&& little did I know, while you were talking to me on the phone, you were actually on myspace, commenting a revealing girl's picture - who's actually my friend.

Remember last night, when you kissed me & remember this morning what my reaction was when I found out, you're actually with somebody.